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He smiles as if he’s reading my mind. “Nothing too bad. I’m a little reckless, I guess you could say.”

I let out a breath as I lie back down beside him. “That’s nothing.”

He turns onto his side and places a hand under his head to prop it up. “Really? You make it sound like you’ve been a little reckless as well.”

“No. It just wasn’t as bad as I was thinking,” I say with a smile. He reaches up and pushes my hair off my face. “You make me feel reckless,” I confess.

He pauses. “How so?”

I try to shrug it off, hating that it even slipped out. I go to roll over, but he gets up and straddles me, pinning me to the mattress. “Tell me,” he whispers, leaning over me.

“I feel like we’re breaking all the rules.” My dad wouldn’t allow this to happen, and he sure as hell would kick Dash off the team if he knew.

“We are,” he says placing a kiss on my neck. I arch back giving him easier access. “That’s what makes it so much fun.”

I try to ignore the feeling that tells me this won’t last much longer. “Well, at least when it’s over you will still be able to race.” But I will still see him.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a frown. “What are you worrying about? What did you mean by ‘when it’s over’?”

I shake my head, not wanting to tell him, but he is persistent. “Please. Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.”

I let out a sigh. “My dad…”

“I’m not worried about your dad. Will he threaten to kick me off the team? Probably. But will he? No. He was right when he said that I’m the best at what I do. And I will prove that to him. I’m valuable to him just as you are valuable to me,” he states.

I smile at his words. “You wanna keep me around, huh?” I ask with a playful smile.

“More than you know,” he says before he gets a big smile on his beautiful face. “Let me take you for a ride.”

I laugh. “That’s the corniest line I’ve ever heard,” I say as I lift my hips, rubbing myself against him.

He chuckles. “No, I really wanna take you for a ride. On my bike.”

I lift my head up enough to look at his clock sitting on his nightstand. “It’s four-thirty in the morning,” I say with a frown.

“And?” he asks arching a dark eyebrow.

“Where would we go?”

He leans down and places his lips on my neck. “You’re right,” he whispers against my skin. “We can go later.” With that, I smile and allow him to take me on the kind of ride that I had in mind.

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I yawn as I stand in his garage looking at his bikes. He has four. And three cars. And a truck. “Do you collect cars?” I ask scratching the back of my neck. I think we got maybe three hours of sleep this morning. He woke me up and told me to get dressed; he was taking me for a ride. I wasn’t all that thrilled when I found out he meant on his bike.

“I like to keep my options open,” he says as he reaches up and picks two helmets that hang on the wall in his garage.

“I bet you do,” I mumble to myself.

“What was that?” he asks as he turns to face me.

“Nothing,” I say waving it off. A man like Dash has plenty of options. They never settle down with one woman. I bet he prefers a different one every day like he prefers driving a different car every day.

He walks up to me and hands me a helmet. I look down at it. It’s beautiful. It’s white and black. It has skulls and wings all over it, and it makes it look kinda evil in a beautiful way. “Pretty,” I say.

He smirks proudly as he looks down at it. “It’s my favorite.”

“Oh,” I say holding it out to him for him to take.

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